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The streets are quiet in old downtown
The heat of the night is settling down
Put up the chair, sweep the floors and
Saturday night meets Sunday morning
Somebodyâs drinking morning coffee
Somebodyâs sipping straight Jim Beam and
The only time when theyâre both pouring
Saturday night meets Sunday morning
Just look around, see it now
God bless this American town
Fire and ice, go to war when
Saturday night meets Sunday morning
Alarmâs clock buzzing in a pin house suite
While thereâs a man sleeping down on the street
A hooker and a priest, together on the corner
Saturday night meets Sunday morning
Right before the sun comes up
Some go to church, some are still drunk
From bar guitar to gospel organs
Saturday night meets Sunday morning
Just look around, see it now
God bless this American town
Fire and ice, go to war when
Saturday night meets Sunday morning
A six string poet, itâs who I am
Addicted to being this rambling man
Thereâs not another time I love more when
Saturday nightsâ¦meet Sunday morning
Just look around, see it now
God bless this American town
Fire and ice, go to war when
Saturday night meets Sunday morning
Just look around, see it now
God bless this American town
Fire and ice, go to war when
Saturday night meets Sunday morning